Greetings from San Narciso

Arrived an hour ago, set up the laptop, and now I’m going to dash off a post for my few and faithful readers. It was Hash day yesterday, so that’s mostly what this post will be about. In pictures.

The view from home thirty minutes before the Hash. It’s raining.
The trail started at the Alta Vista clubhouse. So, at least I had a short walk to get there.
A gathering of Hashers. And the rain stopped.
And away we go. The trail yesterday was very poorly marked. Yes, the downpour washed away some powder, but there were many junctions with no markings at all.
But we were on familiar turf, so found our own way whenever we lost the trail. This happened more than once, and then we’d come across a trail marking again, so we guessed right!
There were some downs
And ups
And some more ups
And we kept right on going
We came down in Marian Hills
Walk on!
Swan and I had just been through here yesterday on our Candy Walk
The comfort that comes with flat ground
A carabao that didn’t object to our passing through his turf
The new hot spot to hang out in San Isidro
Pubic Head is no longer full of shit
Puddle jumpers
Back on the highway
Our On-Home venue this week was Smokes and Bottles
Circle up!
The Hares were awarded the Hashit for their shitty trail
We did a version of the short (yellow) trail that was longer than the one the Hares laid.

The after-Hash gathering at It Doesn’t Matter was more party-like than usual. Swan was hanging out with the Gash group, and they were having a good time. I enjoyed chatting with some of the visiting Hashers, including one from Saigon.

And then it was time to pay the piper. Seven hundred was for food, eight hundred was Swan’s contributions to the Gash party, and I guess I must have drank up the rest of it.

The damage done:

  • Dinner: 700 pesos
  • Alcohol: 1600 pesos
  • Lady Drinks: 200 pesos
  • Tips: 200 pesos
  • Trike: 200 pesos
  • Charity: 100 pesos
  • Propane: 850 pesos
  • Hash Fees: 600 pesos
  • Total for October 14: 4250 pesos

In the memory department, coincidentally, one year ago, Swan and I were spending time away from home in Pundaquit, a few miles up the road from our current hangout in San Narciso.

Monty’s then, Mope today.

Ten years ago, I posted a pathetic account of a day in my USA life. That was the year Jee Yeun decided not to return from Korea with me. I didn’t know then that this was the beginning of the end.

I haven’t yet watched today’s YouTube video about the cost of living in the Philippines, but since I’m tracking mine this month, it should be interesting to get another perspective. I could obviously live much cheaper than I do, but since I don’t have to, why should I?

And now for your daily dose of humor:

And they lived happily ever after
Rules are made to be broken!
Do either exist in this universe now?

So, our hike buddy Michael is supposed to meet us here this afternoon, and we are going to visit a new (to me) expat-owned restaurant. And tomorrow, the Wednesday Walkers will be coming to San Narciso for a jaunt. I’m looking forward to that adventure!

The view upon arrival. Those islands in the distance are offshore from Pundaquit and were featured in that island tour video I posted the other day.
Where we be for the next twenty-four hours.

I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

2 thoughts on “Greetings from San Narciso

  1. Enjoy the mini vacation from your vacation. LOL

    You are fortunate that you are in a good place financially. Like you, I track expenses, but dont really budget. I like to know where the money is going but it really doesn’t change how I am going to live.

    I know this has been discussed before, but nothing sadder than a down on his luck expat that comes to SE Asia, and is still down on his luck.

  2. Brian, we are on the same page. Not sure how much longer I get to be alive, but I want to make it as enjoyable as I can. I till won’t spend 150 pesos for a beer though! 🙂

    Yes, the guys who come here unprepared or who do stupid shit and lose everything are a sad sight to see. Luckily, I haven’t seen much of that around Barretto. There was one guy living on the street when I first moved here, but he has died now.

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